Qin Xiaoyu could only try her best to keep smiling and place the five jade plates in front of the five guests.

"This is Mrs. Tan, this is Mrs. Zhou, this is Mrs. Wen, this is Mrs. Zhu, and this is Mrs. Cheng," Mrs. Fang introduced them to her one by one.

"Mizu Shingen Mochi!" she heard a female customer exclaim in surprise.

She dared not look at Madam Fang's expression and hurriedly retreated to the kitchen.

"One less!" Qin Xiaoyu said in annoyance. Seeing that Fang Baobao couldn't help but laugh, she knew that Fang Baobao had done it on purpose.

A Lei's face turned ashen.

"There's one more, bring it up," the third sister said decisively, and the head chef quickly brought over a jade plate.

"This is almost melted." The thought of having to put this unformed thing in front of Madam Fang was worse than death for Qin Xiaoyu.

"Listen to me, hurry up!" Third Sister and the head chef had already set out the plates and placed them in Qin Xiaoyu's hands, pushing her to walk out.

Qin Xiaoyu felt as if her foot was weighed down by a thousand pounds, making it difficult for her to walk.

When Madam Fang saw that she had brought out another dish, her anger turned to joy.

Qin Xiaoyu took a deep breath. This is what they mean by "even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws." She gritted her teeth and went ahead with it.

Just then, her eldest sister's mischievous son suddenly rushed out from the side and bumped into her. Her hand slipped, and the plate fell to the ground and shattered.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" The older sister rushed over, pulled her son away, and apologized repeatedly.

A servant came to clean up immediately, and Qin Xiaoyu could only stand aside with her hands down, waiting for Madam Fang's judgment.

"Come and sit down, you've had a long day." Madam Fang wasn't annoyed and waved to her.

"Did Miss Qin make this herself? It's even better than the ones served in the capital." Madam Tan praised immediately after taking a bite of the Mizu Shingen Mochi.

“Indeed, the cuisine of the capital is all about looks, not food,” Madam Zhou chimed in. Qin Xiaoyu secretly praised her, thinking, “That’s spot on. Japan is a peculiar country; they can make many things both beautiful and inedible, which is quite remarkable.”

"But these ingredients seem a little different." Madam Zhu, sitting at the corner, looked very intellectual, and her way of speaking was also different.

"Yes, this doesn't use the original ingredients for the water mochi. It uses ice jelly powder."

"Iced jelly? Although the taste is acceptable, the ingredients are still..." Madam Zhu put down the jade plate in her hand.

Qin Xiaoyu felt uncomfortable listening to this. What are you pretending for? It's obviously better than the Japanese Mizu Shingen Mochi. Why do you have to be a foreign worshipper?

She originally wanted to keep a low profile, but now that she's being treated like this, she's not happy.

"Ice jelly has been used extensively in ancient my country. The ice jelly in Du Fu's poem, 'The spring wine cup is thin and thick like amber, the ice jelly bowl is cold like agate,' refers to ice jelly. In those days, it was something that only the wealthy and noble could afford."

"Oh? So there's a story behind this ice jelly? I really didn't know what it was." Madam Zhu laughed awkwardly after Qin Xiaoyu interrupted her.

"To put it bluntly, it's Xue Li." Qin Xiaoyu noticed out of the corner of her eye that Madam Fang didn't look down on her showing off, but rather seemed to appreciate it, so she simply spoke freely.

"Xue Li?"

The water mochi was only meant for two or three bites, but Qin Xiaoyu was talking about it so enthusiastically that several women put down their small plates to listen to her.

"The *Li Sao* says, 'If there is someone on the mountain slope, draped in *xueli* and adorned with *nuyou*.' At that time, *xueli* was not yet processed into food; it was used for ornaments." Qin Xiaoyu was truly grateful for the many books she had read in her previous life. She had actually read this in a book on the history of ancient clothing and remembered it because she found it interesting.

"Your granddaughter-in-law is quite something, no wonder, no wonder," Madam Tan said with a smile, as she was closest to Madam Fang and the two were clearly very close.

"Is it lively?" Miranda's appearance was somewhat abrupt, and an awkward silence immediately followed.

Qin Xiaoyu recalled A Lei's words. Was she here to provoke her?

"I'd like to find someone to plant some more pothos plants in front of the window," Mrs. Fang said, changing the subject rather quickly.

"The green ivy blocks the window; I prefer it brighter." Mrs. Zhu was speechless, finding fault with everything Qin Xiaoyu said.

"My house is just too bright; I have to wear sunglasses inside." Only after Mrs. Fang said this did Qin Xiaoyu realize that she was after Miranda.

She refuses to take off her large black sunglasses wherever she goes, which shows her strong personality.

“It really does need a change. The living room is still as dilapidated as it was thirty years ago. Why don’t you just go back to the Qing Dynasty?” Miranda said, then swept away like the wind as she had come.

Those present clearly knew who she was, and for a moment the air froze.

"Which school did Qin Xiaoyu graduate from?" Madam Tan brought up the topic of Qin Xiaoyu again.

"Nanjing University." Qin Xiaoyu wasn't lying. If she hadn't fallen to her death, she would be studying for her master's degree at Nanjing University right now.

"The child isn't very good; he's just a young man, a bit rough around the edges. Please take good care of him in the future. You've already set the rules for quite a while, so go now." With these words from Madam Fang, Qin Xiaoyu felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She bowed and hurriedly left.

"You were so scared, your back is all wet." When A Lei saw her standing in a cool place, he forcibly pulled her out.

"Being your wife is really tough, I'm going to run away!" Qin Xiaoyu was still angry when she thought about how she had been tormented all day. "Xiaoyu, come with us!" When her third sister came downstairs, Qin Xiaoyu couldn't help but cover her mouth. What kind of look was that?

Now, the third sister looks more like a mermaid, wearing a dress studded with sequins that covers her body tightly from head to toe.

The eldest and second eldest sisters also came down, and Fang Baobao was the last one. She was dressed the most terrifyingly. Was that black lipstick for real?

"What are you doing here?" Qin Xiaoyu looked at A Lei for help.

“Go ahead, see for yourself.” A Lei surprisingly didn’t object.

Despite the third sister's insistence, the driver still refused to hand over the steering wheel.

"Thank goodness. Uncle Tian is a man of principle." Fang Baobao breathed a sigh of relief.

When Qin Xiaoyu arrived at the venue, she realized that she was attending her own bachelor party, which was held in a small dance hall.

It's considered small because the dance hall caters to a specific group of users, so it's not particularly crowded and is relatively quiet.

These women must have known each other; they filed in and all greeted the long-haired Italian bartender.

"I can't drink!" Qin Xiaoyu felt dizzy just looking at the bartender's glass.

"Just a little bit." Fang Baobao reached out to try and feed her.

"Forget it, it won't be fun if they get really drunk, let's have some fun!" Third Sister was already swaying to the music.

The most popular music in the 1980s was the Holland Dance. When the melody of "The Little Girl Under the Streetlight" started, my third sister had already gotten up and glided onto the dance floor.

Qin Xiaoyu suddenly remembered a set of GIFs online that described the postures of people dancing disco in different eras.

The 1980s were all about hip swaying and pointing to the sky.

Compared to those stiff, chaotic dancers, Third Sister is practically an artist.

"Come on, even if we don't drink, we should at least dance." Fang Baobao pulled Qin Xiaoyu off the dance floor.